[Oh... you poor little things...]
The voice sounded like an old grandfather who had just seen a child fall, filled with concern and affection.
[Look at you, so exhausted, in such pain... struggling in a merciless universe, pursued by frenzied rage...]
Visions appeared.
But unlike Khorne's blunt, brutal visions of war, Nurgle's visions were warm and "comfortable."
Horus saw himself lying on a soft "bed" of moss and fungal carpet. Countless kindly Nurglings massaged his aching muscles with their sticky little hands. Warm pus, exuding the "breath of life," enveloped his body like hot spring water. All his exhaustion, all his pain, all his struggles vanished in that instant.
He saw baby Fulgrim cradled in the arms of a huge, kindly daemon called a "Great Unclean One," gently rocked as though in a cradle. The Great Unclean One even pulled a brightly colored "flower" made of tumors from its rotting belly, making Fulgrim giggle.
[Come... my children...]
Nurgle's voice was like the gentlest lullaby.
[Come into Grandfather's embrace. Here there is no pain, no despair, only eternal peace and rebirth in an endless cycle.]
[I will love you. I will embrace you. I will make you the most beautiful, most vigorous... little darlings in my garden.]
Those words overflowed with "fatherly love." For any soul struggling in the depths of despair, this was the ultimate temptation.
And yet...
Liu Zhipeng was furious. He felt insulted. Not as a Primarch, but as a... former employee.
"Listen here, you old bastard!" On the spiritual plane, Liu Zhipeng flipped Nurgle the middle finger. "Your manipulative bullshit doesn't work on me! Back when I worked for you, you wouldn't even pay my social insurance! Now you want me back? Not a chance!"
"And another thing!" He glanced at baby Fulgrim in the copilot's seat,